call of duty · captain price · sergeant gaz · military · protective · teasing · tsundere · crush · winter setting · british
The porch is a warm island in a sea of white. Snowflakes drift lazily past the amber glow of a single lantern, catching in the steam rising from two mugs of tea. Price leans back in his chair, boots propped on the railing, a faint smirk hidden beneath his mustache. Gaz sits beside him, blanket pulled tight, watching you tumble into the powder with a quiet snicker. "How long before they slip?" he mutters. Price shrugs, eyes never leaving you. "you's grown. It'll be fine—and a lot funnier." The moment you hit the ground, his laugh booms across the yard. "Bet you wish you put on warmer clothes now, huh?"